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“Mary Jane? Mary Jane Watson?”

Mary Jane moved her thumb to her phone’s hold button. “Maury, hold on a second, something came up—“

She was beautiful. Her hair was long and dark, her skin faded ivory, her eyes dark and almond-shaped. She had a small, artful nose and a small, artful chin, with a petite frame of five feet and a weight definitely under a hundred pounds. She was wearing a shirt that clung nicely to breasts that were exceedingly well-sized for an Asian woman, and a pair of jeans that molded to the slim curves of her hips and legs. There was an air of fragility to her, as if she were some delicate piece of porcelain, but at the same time she looked healthy and energetic and interesting. 

“Mary Jane Watson-Parker,” she replied. “I’m still getting used to it myself.”

“Of course,” the girl agreed. “I’m, uh, Cindy. Cindy Moon. Do you think I could get your autograph?” She held out a magazine before retracting. “I was outside for a job interview,” she continued, all in a rush, “and I had to use the bathroom, and the concierge type person was really nice about letting me use theirs if I promised to be really quick and not bother anyone, I’m not bothering you am I?, I just happened to see you and I’m your biggest fan, really big, you smell really nice, what is that?, is that perfume?, it’s musky—“

“Yes,” Mary Jane interrupted, “I will sign your magazine.” 

She held her hand out and, almost unwillingly, Cindy extended her own to let MJ have the magazine. It was one of those retrospectives on her career that got sold in supermarket check-out lines, with lots of painstakingly reprinted photos from throughout her life. Mary Jane quickly flipped through the first few pages. God, they had a snap from her high school yearbook. And she’d looked great. 

Mary Jane smiled at Cindy. Privately, she doubted Cindy had just happened to have this on her when they just happened to meet, but as crazed stalker fans went, Cindy seemed harmless. She didn’t even have long fingernails. “Who should I make it out to?”

“Cindy Moon?” the girl repeated. “That’s me, I mean, that’s who I am. It’s for me. The autograph, that is. Not the magazine, I don’t think. You’re really pretty. You smell nice. Like you bathed in a candy store or something.”

“Thank you,” Mary Jane said patiently, signing her name and a bland but personable bit of affection on the cover. Good choice in that, at least—one of the photos Peter had taken of her when they’d worked together. He really captured what he saw in her… MJ hoped she looked like that to him all the time.

Maybe, if something did come of all this, she could pull Peter along as her personal photographer. He had a desperately unmillenial work ethic where he wasn’t really happy unless he was working. It wasn’t that he resented her for making more money than him, just that he wanted to pull his own weight, or at least as much of it as he could. Although the thought of him as a house husband was amusing, and a bit heartwarming. But if she could throw a gig or two his way, that would scratch an itch that quite a few depraved sec acts couldn’t.

“You smell so good,” Cindy said numbly, taking the magazine back. “So good.”

“Thanks again,” Mary Jane said, feeling positively Midwestern in her politeness. “Could you give me a sec?” She put the phone to her ear again. “Maury? Yeah, I thought about it. One hour. And it had better be a nice interview. Not some circus sideshow piece.”

“I’ll give it to one of those gay guys who falls in something with anything avant-garde. He’ll fawn all over you, promise.”

Cindy leaned in suddenly, nostrils flaring as she sniffed Mary Jane’s hair. “Your face…” she said, her tongue flicking out between her lips. “I can smell it right on your face…”

“That’s nice,” Mary Jane said, hopping down from the counter. “I’ve gotta go,” she concluded, into both her phone and to Cindy, as she fled the bathroom with a hand in her purse, wrapped around her taser.

Harmless, maybe, but after three stalkers, she was not putting up with anyone’s fucking boundary issues.

***

“It’s too tight… you’re tying it too tight!” Tabitha wailed with the enjoyment of a kid on a roller coaster, her back arching, digging her shoulders into the creaking mattress. 

Her legs wrinkled the sheets with their kicks and writhing, while Peter tightened the belt binding her wrists. Tabitha’s nostrils flared and her eyes widened with fear. There, in front of her slackly open mouth, was Peter’s cock, the fat knob swollen and purple, intensely blue veins throbbing against the taut skin.

Behind the couch, Rogue inhaled a deep breath. The X-Men were no church choir. From bits and pieces of snatched conversation, she’d long since learned that there were people who enjoyed being tied up and tortured like this. And it was seeming more and more likely that Tabitha was one of them.

“Uhhh… oooohh!”

“Nice and tight… yeah. How does that feel?” Peter asked, checking the slipknot once more. Before Tabitha could answer, he jerked her off the pillow by her bound wrists, shaking her around violently. He smiled as her head snapped from side to side, her hair tangling wildly around her face.

Rogue could hear her crying out, saw her big tits slap wetly together as Peter kept shaking her back and forth. Then, growling, he shoved her back, watching Tabitha bounce off the mattress like she was made of rubber. She settled, shaking the hair from her eyes, and looked up wantonly at the man who was about to fuck her.

In a second, Tabitha was on her side, helpless as Peter reached over and bent her knees back. She resisted, which just got her a smack on the ass from Peter.

“Owww!” she cried, her eyes startled open at the hard slap.

“Stop moving around until I get you all set up. Then you can move around as much as you want. Or can,” he laughed softly, pulling her knees back a little more.

Rogue watched in mute amazement as Peter pulled Tabitha’s wrists and ankles together, then took hold of the pantyhose from earlier. She ducked her head as Tabitha turned her way—it was too close. What if Tabitha had seen her, a teammate, kneeling behind the couch and spying on this horrible scene and not doing anything about it? As it was, Rogue wasn’t sure if she could ever face Tabitha again. But at least Tabitha didn’t know she was there, watching, getting excited by what she was seeing.

“Uhhh… too tight, too tight… you have to loosen up a little!” Tabitha sobbed, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“I don’t have to do anything,” Peter said. “It’s not like my hands are tied…”

Using the pantyhose, Peter bound Tabitha’s ankles tightly together, then tied her ankles to her wrists so she was hogtied, arms and legs cinched together. Tabitha tried to pull herself free but found it was impossible. Her muscles tensed against her skin, her body rocking from side to side, but the belt and pantyhose refused to come off.

“But that does remind me,” Peter muttered, “you need some help keeping your mouth shut, don’t you?”

He rolled Tabitha back onto her ass and slipped off the bed, picking up a pillow and shucking its pillowcase off. Tabitha was left suspended on her knees and on the arms bound behind her back, wrists and ankles attached about under the small of her back, with her whole torso turned upward vulnerably for Peter’s enjoyment. 

“No! No!” Tabitha cried, wiggling back like a snake, her head banging against the headboard.

“Good thing I remembered. You’d probably wake the neighbors,” Peter said, winding the pillowcase into a rope. Tabitha shrank back from him, jerking her head away when he tried shoving the bunched material into her mouth.

“No!”

“Come on, baby. Suck on it. Just like you sucked on my dick.” He grabbed her hard by the hair.

Rogue winced, almost feeling the pulling grip in her own scalp as Peter snapped Tabitha’s head around and shoved the cloth between her lips. Rogue gagged nearly as hard as Tabitha as Peter wrapped the rest of the pillowcase around Tabitha’s head, winding it through the length immediately exiting her mouth and tying it into a knot. In a moment, the makeshift gag was fixed in Tabitha’s mouth and there was nothing she could do about it. Tabitha closed her eyes and wept, tears staining her flushed cheeks. But when she opened them again, she was looking up at Peter with lust, eager to see what he would do next.

“That’s better,” Peter muttered, giving the pillowcase a tightening tug to lock it in place.

“Oh God,” Rogue found herself murmuring, bracing herself against the couch. This was insane. There was Tabitha, an X-Man, bound and gagged with a man on top of her, about to fuck. And she could stop it! Yes, she should stop it, scream, call the police, or simply attack him herself.

But instead, Rogue simply watched, feeling the heat of her blushing cheeks continue down to concentrate between her thighs. Yes, yes, it was awful. She knelt there, feeling the blood pounding in her virginal slit, feeling her clit press tensely against her panties as she shifted position to get a better angle. She even felt the stirrings of an orgasm beginning inside her as Peter rubbed his cock over Tabitha’s jutting breasts.

“Mmmmfffff!”

Beads of perspiration ran down Tabitha’s forehead as she wildly tried to get free of her bonds, but there was nothing she could do. Peter toyed with her for a little while longer, then he settled both his hands on her shoulders, holding her down on the bed.

“Okay, baby, enough playing around. Let’s get down to business,” he said, his eyes coolly boring into her.

Rogue saw the look he gave Tabitha and moaned, closing her eyes as her pussy clenched powerfully. She was so hot now, she was getting so damn hot watching this pervert fuck her teammate. She felt her damp panties clinging to her engorged labia lips while her clit stung electrically. She really wanted to touch herself, to reach between her legs and rub her fingers over the damp nylon pressing so thrillingly against her pussy. But she couldn’t. That would be too much.

“Mmmmmm…”

Peter was moving down Tabitha now, sliding his knees between hers and using them to spread her legs to the limits of her bound ankles. The bed groaned under their doubled weight. Tabitha let out a shuddering breath through the pillowcase, her eyes shutting as a barely visible tremor went through her flesh.

“Jesus…” Rogue’s eyes were wide, focused like a hawk on what was happening in front of her. She watched as Peter’s fat, purple cockhead brushed through Tabitha’s frazzled pubic hair. Rogue found herself moaning as softly as the blonde must’ve been, feeling her own thighs tingle and itch as Tabitha squirmed around on the tangled sheets.

“Yeah, baby, come on, move it, show me you want it just as much as the last time. Yeahhhh,” Peter sighed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply of the arousal that Rogue could smell from her own voyeuristic position.

Rogue could see for herself how turned on Tabitha was now, moving her thighs sensuously to the left and to the right, as much as her bonds would let her. Yes, being bound was doing something to her, changing her from her usual abrasive self to someone much more… slutty.

Rogue rubbed her fingers seekingly along her arms, almost able to feel the restraining touch of that belt, the pull of those twisted pantyhose. For a crazy moment, Rogue wished she was on the bed there, wrapped up like a present for that depraved man with his awful, long, fucking cock!

“Nnnnnh—!“

Peter was pushing the underside of his manhood into the slit of Tabitha’s sex, wetly sliding through her copious juices. Rogue watched Tabitha’s flesh run rampant with goosepimples as another groan worked its way through the muffling pillowcase. Tabitha arched her back up off the bed, pushing her head deeper into the pillow as Peter crept forward. Tabitha’s muscles had to cramp in that spread-back position. But perhaps even that pain added to the pleasure she was so clearly feeling. Peter hunkered down on the bed a little more, readying himself to abuse his helpless victim, his heavily-laden balls dangling in Tabitha’s golden pubic hair.

“Ummmmph!”

“Like it, right? Yeah, you like it, getting fucked like this. You like it more ‘n any bitch I’ve ever had!” Peter said in a throaty whisper.

And he was right, Tabitha was loving being restrained, enjoying having pain throbbing up her cramped limbs. Rogue could see it and hear it in the woman’s cries. Tabitha was whimpering with lust as she strained against her bonds. They cut ecstatically into her flesh as she pulled her wrists away from her ankles. Rogue was both ashamed of the woman and jealous as she watched something she never could have believed would happen.

“Ohhhhh!”

Helplessness! That was what turned Tabitha on—being helpless. It was an aphrodisiac for her. Rogue leaned her burning forehead against her hand, feeling her head throb and pound as if keeping pace with her tingling sex. Lust seeped from her pussy, wetting her panties more and more. Her flooded sex was itching to have a prick rubbing against it, pushing into it the way Peter’s manhood was touching Tabitha.

“Take my cock, bitch!” Peter hissed.

“Oh my goodness… Tabitha…” Rogue moved her hand over her mouth, smothering her excited cries as she watched Tabitha enjoy her sadistic lover. She watched as if she were in some beautiful, terrible dream, bearing witness to Peter tensing his muscular thighs and slowly slipping himself into Tabitha’s slit.

“Ohhhhfffff!”

Tabitha’s body was shaking, quivering violently, while her spine strained upward, forcing her body into a bridge bowed away from her bonds. Peter moved one hand down to her sex, dipping his fingers into the wetness of her arousal, then further slicking his member with those flowing juices. Rogue watched as Tabitha’s muscles flexed again, pressing out against her taut skin. She could only imagine what it felt like to have his rough fingers touching her there, caressing her while his prick hung there, inches away from the lust he was inspiring. Rogue’s teeth grinded as thoughts on that drifted, forbidden, through her mind.

“Ahhh, fuck yeah… baby, baby… nothing like having my cock warmed up by a good hot cunt!” Peter sighed, his head snapping back with an irresistible expression plastered on his face.

Tabitha was whimpering more excitedly now, sounding more like a frightened puppy than a grown woman. Peter laughed at her, then lowered his head and covered one achingly engorged nipple with his mouth. Tabitha’s eyes widened as she pitched herself frantically against the bed, its springs creaking and groaning. Peter’s hot saliva shimmered on her breast. Rogue could hear the man smacking his lips and lapping hungrily at her teat, sucking with a passion Rogue had never seen before.

“Uhhhffhhffmmm!”

Now his cock was returning, sliding toward Tabitha’s swollen mound. Rogue stood up shakily, bracing herself carefully against the sheltering couch as Peter prepared to enter his woman. He’d barely seemed to think about it before he lunged into her, impaling Tabitha with one quick thrust.

“Fuck! Holy shit! Tight as a fucking teenager! Probably won’t even be able to get into your ass, if that’s what your cunt is like!” Peter cried out, snapping his head from left to right.

Rogue could have fainted from excitement then and there. This was better than any of the staged photos, the faked videos, the lurid stories—God, this was a million times better! Tabitha was whining, thrashing around with the cock deep inside her, going all the way in! Rogue felt a fire raging inside her as she watched Tabitha make the small, restricted movements which were the only way for her to vent her enjoyment. She sensed that hitting the limits of her motion was far more exciting for Tabitha than being free. She watched Tabitha tense the muscles of her ass, clenching her asscheeks back and forth as Peter thrust himself into her with incredible skill.

“Fuck it, cunt, come on, fuck that cock! Show me how thankful you are that I’m giving it to you!”

Peter took Tabitha’s other breast between his lips then. As he savaged her tender nipple with his tongue, slurping on it loudly enough for Rogue to hear, he slid his cock through her once more. Just as Tabitha was being distracted by it pluming the untested depths of her womanhood, he bit down on her nipple. Rogue could see it between his teeth, could almost feel him chewing on her own flesh. Her nails bit into her palms as Tabitha enjoyed being Peter’s slave more and more.

“Uhhhhh!” Tabitha was screaming against the gag, jerking against the bonds, her pain stuffing more excitement into her nerves.

Rogue watched in astonishment as Peter rocked his hips faster and faster, a hard and building tempo. Honey just flowed right out of Tabitha, oozing between her buttocks and down to her ankles. Tabitha seemed to be going insane, jerking her hips up, straining as far as possible against both the man and the bonds that held her. 

Coming. The word shot through Rogue’s mind as she watched Tabitha’s sweaty body rebel against her confinement. Coming. She was coming! And the shivery chills scorching her own sex had to be the same ones Tabitha was feeling. Rogue watched her teammate twist her hips around, her muscles knotting hopelessly as Peter reaped pleasure from her.

“Ohhhhh!” This time, it was Rogue who moaned. Her clit was swollen and hot and it pulsed with a fiery itch that stole her breath from her. Whimpering cries clenched in her throat as Tabitha pitched about like she was floating in a stormy sea.

“Thank my cock, baby, come on, yeah, come for me, you stupid skank!”

Peter was going to come too. All of them, as if they were all committing the same depraved act, were going to orgasm together. Rogue was on her feet now, her hands rending into the couch’s cushions, her plump ass jiggling as she rocked her cunt against the furniture’s back. It felt like flames were licking at her pussy.

“Come, you goddamned slut, come!”

“Come…” Rogue whispered as she felt her climax wash over her like a wave at high tide.

“Work for it, you goddamned bitch! Work for my fucking cum!” Peter bellowed, his eyes bulging as he stared at Tabitha’s helpless form.

Cries of lust were strangled inside of Rogue as she waggled her hips back and forth. Her juices oozed out from under her soaked panties. It was too good to feel the damp, slippery fabric against her sensitive pussy, its tender clit, while Tabitha whimpered and thrashed like she was expressing everything the Southerner was feeling.

“Ummmmmmfffffff!”

Through her flickering eyelashes, Rogue watched Tabitha hover a second away from insanity. Then that second passed and Tabitha went mad with passion, smothering fits of joy inside her spit-wet gag. Rogue tightened her jaw as her throat worked again and again, trying to call out. It felt good, so good, too good. She knew she should stop, but she never could, not when she felt this way. She dipped and plunged and rocked her hips, moving so fast that her feet slipped out from under her. She felt to her knees, feeling a hot, sweaty dampness under each breast while a new rush of heat scorched her inner folds. Sounds and lights exploded all through her as jolting pleasure cut through her. Coming. Coming. It was such a beautiful word. The knees she’d fallen to gave way as the wild lust inside her raced to meet its satiation. A firestorm exploded through Rogue as she slid to the ground, her thighs quivering with the pleasure they were trying to contain.

When she finally opened her eyes, Rogue realized she was facedown on the ground. The small, prickly fibers of the carpet scratched her face, but she stayed against their coarse grain, a weak smile on her face. A comforting glow saturated her body. And then Rogue realized what had happened, what she had seen on that bed.

“Ohhh… my… God!” Tabitha moaned.

Moving was tiring, almost exhausting as Rogue tucked one leg under her ass and drew herself up to the top of the couch.

“Enjoyed it, didn’t you, Tabby? Yeah, you liked playing rough. You can take a lot of abuse. Makes you a damned fun toy.”

Rogue drew one hand over her mouth, closing her eyes and inhaling the cool air from the nearby vent to calm her nerves. She still felt her cunt clenching spasmodically with excitement as she looked over the back of the couch. 

Peter was bending over Tabitha, undoing the knot that fastened her legs to her arms. The pillowcase had been pulled out of her mouth, though tangles of her damp hair still clung to her flushed face.

“You’re gonna come over here and fuck me whenever I want. In the mouth, the throat, the ass, wherever I say. And if I want you to be a slut for one of my wives instead, you better eat them out like a good little girl. Hell, you like my cum so much—maybe you can find some in one of them.”

“Yes… please… oh, God, I’ll do anything you say!” Tabitha sobbed, her voice registering her excitement. 

Rogue had heard enough. She felt greatly confused as she threaded her way out of the room, stumbling out of the apartment and then, out a window into a flight that felt numb and unwieldly. Around her, the world seemed desperately normal. The lights blazed through windows, she heard dogs barking, somewhere music was playing. It was all so ordinary and yet there was what she’d seen Peter doing, what she’d seen Tabitha enjoying.

So that was what Peter was into, at least some of the time. She’d had no idea. He wasn’t like that with Mary Jane, not even with Felicia.

So… maybe he could be that way with her? If he needed it that way. Wanted it that way. Wanted her that way.

It might’ve sounded bad, but it looked so… and Tabitha definitely hadn’t minded being his bitch. Not really. 

Peter loved Mary Jane so much, and Felicia was so tempting, so experienced. But maybe she could be… like Tabitha. Open-minded. Willing to learn. Submissive, kinda, as long as it was to a man as obviously experienced as Peter was.

No, no, it was wrong, it had to be wrong! Nothing right could be so… tempting.

***

Tabitha giggled and rolled on top of Kaine, resting her blonde locks on his chest. She rubbed at the red marks her bindings had left on her flesh, seeming to enjoy them the way other women would enjoy being festooned with sparkling jewelry. “When can we do it again, Peter?”

Kaine grinned. This was the kind of woman he liked. One that was willing to spread her legs, no questions asked, no plans made, and preferably wherever he wanted. It excited him fucking this beauty senseless, while her loved ones were somewhere waiting up for her, thinking maybe that she’d had a flat tire, when all she really had was a hot cunt. “Whenever you want. You just have to get me hard again.”

Tabitha giggled again. “That’ll be a pleasure, babe!”

Kaine smiled to himself as she got to work, nipping at his cock and licking it clean before she put her mouth around it and really sucked. And he hadn’t even had to order her around.

By the time he was done, she’d be a nice submissive slut for Peter. Who said he couldn’t do wedding presents?